As You Are // H.S

Ten.

Alexis Cooper.

Once we had showed the bouncer our IDs, and found a table in the club, Harry and I had offered to grab he first round of drinks and shots.

"Did I already mention that you look nice tonight?" Harry asked me with a grin whilst we waited at the bar.

I giggled. "I believe you did, Styles, you don't look so bad yourself." The bartender came up to ask, and asked us what we wanted.

"Five shots of tequila, and five bourbons please." Harry told him, the bartender nodded and turned around, coming back shortly after with our drinks on a small tray. We paid before heading back to our friends.

Harry placed the tray on the table surrounding our friends. "We come baring gifts!" He shouted, placing a shot and a glass by each person and then scooted in next to me.

"To new friendships, and a good night!" Niall yelled over the loud music, raising his shot glass as we all clinked them together before throwing our heads back, downing them. We all made disgusting faces afterwards, laughing at one another.

-

We had been at the club for an hour at this point, all of us on the dance floor stupidly dancing as a group, not really caring about the other people around, probably judging us. Harry looked at me and grinned widely, I liked how we could be so connected and have such meaningful conversations when we were sober, but at the same time we could go out like this, get drunk and have some fun.

I'm glad Harry and I are friends, but I can't help myself when I stare at him and admire him - even when he's dancing like a right idiot. He's so attractive, and the alcohol made him something quite unlike himself - confident.

Harry came up to me and placed his hands on my hips, bending down to talk in my ear over the loud music. It sent shivers down my spine, and made goosebumps arise on my skin, the way his hands were on me.

"I'm feeling like another shot, do you want one?" I nodded my head, and he grabbed my hand, leading the way to the bar. After we took a vodka shot each, we took a seat on the stools around the bar, laughing at people on the dance floor, even though we most definitely looked like that just minutes before.

Harry turned to me, giving me a drunken smirk, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful." He told me, his eyes went wide, probably not meaning to say that out loud.

I blushed before leaning forward a little, as did he. Our faces were about an inch apart, and I could feel his breath against my skin, bourbon and mint, a strange but nice concoction, our lips merely touched when a loud Irish voice interrupted us.

"There you guys are! Sammy isn't feeling too good, she threw up in the bathroom, I think it's time to leave." Harry and I quickly pulled away from one another, I cleared my throat, stiff up and straightened my dress out before following.

-

We had to haul Samantha into the taxi, and she whined the entire way home, earning a laugh from everyone. We stopped at Niall's first, where he jumped out and thanked us for a good light before closing the door behind him.

"Our stop is next, are you sure you'll be alright handling her by yourself?" Harry asked Louis, he just waved his hand at us, telling us that he has dealt with it before, and that he'll be fine. So we got out at our building, stumbling slightly to the elevator, still a little drunk from the nights activities.

"Well, this night took a surprisingly fun turn, I haven't been out like that in ages." I told Harry. He hummed in agreement. Once we reached his floor, he stood in the door way or the elevator so that it wouldn't close.